Was tagged by @newvegascowboy and @tunnelsnke for a wip!
Im going through another dip in creativity again. But! I still have a wip i have been picking at for a few weeks now featuring Sweetjane and @secondhand-lions' Sosu Constantine. It is going to be a spiced tea one, though this snippet ends before that.
Tagging: @valledorata @voidthewanderer @bokatan @leavingautumn13 and at anyone that wants it.
Constantine is pulled out of his concentration. For a moment, he wishes she hadn't noticed that he was examining her properly, just maybe touching her a second or two longer than necessary. Anything to keep contact while also retaining the professionalism required for his work.
"I'm fine. There's little scarification and that's good. I'm not saying there's none, it's shrapnel from a raider's turret after all. In my professional opinion, no one would know in a year except for you and myself. Can you lift your arm please? As high as possible?"
Sweetjane mutters several curses in French, not in pain as she does what he asks, but more out of annoyance. "Why?"
He presses along the toned muscle of her bicep. There's no reaction, not even a tremble or flinch of muscle around it. "Even though the wound itself was superficial, it still could have damaged nerves and musculature. The scarring itself could have extended into the muscle, decreasing movement and use. Have you been experiencing any tenderness or weakness in this arm?"
She shook her head, milk colored curls bouncing off her scarred cheeks. "None of any of dat."
Constantine makes a note, this is good; her reactions and reflexes are normal. How much longer could he keep this up without her noticing? She's eventually going to be healed and unless something happens she won't have any need to continue visiting his clinic. He's noted her reluctance to visit any doctors in the first place, and has tried to make her as comfortable as possible in his presence. But that doesn't mean she will come to him every time. Despite her owning a shop, he has doubts that she lives in Goodneighbor permanently. "I think you're healing really well, especially since you refused the med-x I offered. If it's possible, I'd like to see you again next week."
"Why're ya spendin so much time on this? Ain't no docta I've met spends so much time on a little bullet grazin'." She remarks while tugging her shirt sleeve back into place. Her face attempts to form a sneer of disgust. "Especially de ones dat refuse me payin' caps…"
"I don't require the few friends I have to pay me anything."
To that Sweejane just shrugs.
"Tell you what," he attempts a smile. "You can repay me with supper tonight. If.. if you'd like."
"Sounds ta me like ya want me ta stay hya… and not fer any supper."
